Page 43 of The Forever Rule

“Because you practically giggled like a schoolgirl when you thought of her.”

“I did not,” I said, aghast.

“Yes, you did. But that’s fine. If nothing’s going to happen, make sure that you don’t go pining around her. From what I heard of her skills, she’s going to be great for our business.”

“We need someone who can organize ten things at once without breaking down,” I said dryly.

“Well, you’re usually the man for that.”

“Right now I’m doing a hundred things at once.”

“And that’s just fine. She’s going to help James, and you don’t even have to see her.”

“She’s going to be working on the same damn floor, Flynn.”

“So it shouldn’t be a problem. You know what’s going to be a problem though,” he said, his voice trailing off.

I pinched the bridge of my nose, really needing a drink. “Dinner.”

“So, do we have our special flow chart yet of who’s going when?” he asked with a laugh.

“No, I’m sure Isabella will have a pie chart of some sort with a color-coded wheel for us,” I said with a laugh.

“That does sound like our sister, doesn’t it?”

Sister.

“Is she older or younger than you?” I asked, a frown on my face.

“Younger.”

“So she’s a little sister.”

Flynn shrugged. “Yes, which I don’t really think matters in the end. We’re all so close together that I’m pretty sure our moms were probably pregnant at the same time with a couple of us,” he said before giving a full body shudder.

“I really don’t want to think about that.”

“Same. But there’s not much we can do about it.”

I raised a brow. “I think the point of these dinners is we do have to do something about it.”

“Then we make nice. They aren’t the enemy you know?”

“You sound like Blakely.”

His brows rose. “Oh?”

I shook my head. “It seems that fate and the world have collided to hate me. Isabella and her seem to be best friends.”

“No shit?”

“Not in the slightest.”

“Well this dinner is going to be interesting. I wonder if we can get any background on them from Blakely,” he said, a curious glint in his eyes.

“Don’t. Don’t put her in between. We are going to figure this out. It’s not like we’re going to battle.”

“And yet it feels like that, doesn’t it?” Flynn asked. “And look at you being all protective.”

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